JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: House of Cards

My Way

Wheat. The golden grain that makes bread. The shining yield that forms the body of Christ. As it waves wildly in the wind, Martin Shays rises to his feet. The grains ebbs and flows, like the tide of the pacific. Martin looks around at his surroundings, noting nothing but pure wheat. Miles, as far as his eyes can see, on all sides but one. To the west lies the ocean. He's not sure if its the pacific, because Martin doesn't know where he is. He doesn't even know if where he is is real. It could be a dream. It could be heaven. He doesn't quite grasp it, yet he still walks for the sand.

As Martin reaches the white sand, a loud voice booms across the fields and beaches. "Leonard Banker is dead. Fate was altered to kill him. I know because I see it. I see all of fate. Every timeline." The voice shouts as Martin turns to look for its source. As Martin gazes aimlessly for any sign of other life in this place, the ground shakes. The earth moves as multiple rocks rise from the dirt and form again in the wheat mere feet from Martin. A white golem carved from marble, with a singular green light in place of any eyes or other orifices

"I am Soliton SPG. You aren't dead, just in another world. The world where Leonard Banker doesn't die, the world where Carlos Ross doesn't shift fate to allow for Leonard Banker's death. Leonard was never born in this world. Carlos Ross has been dead for five years in this world. I'm sure you're confused about all this speak of other worlds, Martin, or how I know your name, but it will all make sense in time." Soliton explains as Martin takes a seat on the sand.

"I am no villain, nor am I doing this to hurt you. I see everything. I can traverse everywhere and everywhen. I took you here, since I saw that if you're here when Jony fights "The Joker", both Jony and The Joker dies. Now I don't know how, but I'm here for your own good. If you were to destroy me and go home, well Jony would live and you would die. The Joker would die, but Violet would have no mayor. So if you let Jony and the Joker die, well you get to return as mayor, and all is well! I'm sure you understand my reasoning and will accept your fate." Soliton continues to talk, as Martin rises to his feet and approaches Soliton. "So I can either sit here, and resume being mayor, but let Jony die. Or I can kill you and die, but Jony lives?" Martin asks as he walks closer to Soliton. "Well, yes, but you don't understa-'' Soliton begins to say before Martin punches it's "eye", causing both of them to be transported to another world.

Once again, Martin rises to his feet and takes in his surroundings. He's standing atop a pile of rubble in an unrecognizable city. "See! This is the world where you kill me and Violet has no mayor!" Soliton shouts up the rubble pile to Martin. "What the hell happened to this place?" Martin asks. "Well the Cold War goes nuclear and the Soviets fire multiple missiles across the United States, one of course being Violet." Soliton explains. "How is that my fault!" Martin angrily questions as he leaps from the rubble and tackles Soliton, launching both into another world.

The two travel spacetime viewing multiple timelines and fates. Regardless of the world, the terrain, or even the circumstance of the moment, Martin would continue to fight. Each hit, a new world, a new timeline, a new destiny. After what seems like an eternity to Martin, he lands in another wheat field by the sea. He knows its a good timeline. Now he's gonna make his move. He sees the all too familiar marble monolith rise from the grain and begins its tired monologue about fate and the "best timeline", but Martin knows it doesn't matter. He won't sit idly by for some good life. He will give his life to ensure Jony's, no matter what this pretentious rock says. String fall from the sky, wrapping around Solitons limbs, ensnaring it in place. The smiling mask of Viva La Vida descends from the clouds, followed by the rest of it's ragdoll body. It mimics Solitons struggling for a moment or two before it lifts its puppet hands.

While the limp wrists of Viva La Vida would appear impossible to cause injury, the force behind the hit negates the improper form, placing a crack in Soliton's head as brings the right hand into the green light. "NO! You don't understand what you're doing! I'm here for fate's benefit!" Soliton reasons, pleading for its own life. Martin doesn't listen. Hit after hit, blow after blow, more cracks appear in Soliton, and the cracks grow deeper as its shouts grow quieter. It cannot reason with Martin and so it gives up. It lies limp as the hand of the puppet deals the final blow. From foot to head, each floating chunk of Soliton cracks and falls to pieces as the dust settles to the ground. The green light dims and fades as its head crumbles to nothing, allowing Martin to return to his true fate.

Martin wakes up once again, in another wheat field. "It didn't work. Jony's still dead!" Martin shouts to the wheat as he pounds the dirt, infuriated and broken by the news that he's failed. In his final hour, he failed. "Hey!" A voice shouts from the distance. Martin leaps up and runs towards the figure, hoping for the best.